He Is Warmer Than Time

After leaving the army’s guest house, Song Ran discovered that the city was really poor and backward. They were walking in a county town, but they didn’t even have a decent road, not to mention asphalt roads, and there were very few concrete roads. The roads are paved with stones or bricks like Gu Jingxing's hometown, and even some places are directly dirt roads.

The two walked along the dilapidated street side by side, and at a distance of twenty minutes from the army guest house, they arrived at the bazaar mentioned by Gu Jingxing.

This opened Song Ran’s eyes. The bazaar here is just like the ancient market. The snow has been swept away. The stalls and vendors of various colors spread nylon non-woven fabrics on both sides of the road. It was only after 7 o’clock in the morning. It's already crowded with people, and it's very lively.

Gu Jingxing let Song Ran go ahead of him, and kept telling him: "It's the end of the year. There will be a lot of people going to the fair today. Xiao Ran, you must not run around, you know?"

Song Ran shook his head and curled his lips: "Gu Jingxing, did you really think of me as a three-year-old kid?"

Gu Jingxing smiled and said, "If you're good, I'll buy you candied haws to eat."

Song Ranbai glanced at him: "I have nothing to say to you."

Gu Jingxing glanced at the vendors on both sides and whispered: "There are some border nomads here. They are really tough, and most people don't provoke them easily."

Song Ran raised his eyebrows: "What will happen if you provoke it?"

"They are quite backward in thinking. I heard from the soldiers here that if there are girls who are fancy, they can just grab them home and get married."

Song Ran's eyes widened in horror, "Isn't this like King Shan?"

Gu Jingxing's index finger covered his lips: "The voice is quieter."

After finishing speaking, I buttoned the cap on her head underneath, and then lifted the scarf around her neck up, almost leaving her eyes out, and then he walked forward with her with confidence. go with.

Pedestrians were bustling all the way, and the narrow streets were gradually surrounded by people who came to the market. Gu Jingxing couldn’t take care of so much. He could only take her hand and really lost his wife. There was no place to cry.

He dragged her to a stall, Song Ran squeezed in to take a look, the clothes seller, the colorful gown, really put on immediately and turned into a country green flower.

She shrank back and was dragged back by Gu Jingxing: "Xiao Ran, I will buy you a new dress for the New Year."

Song Ran coughed lightly: "Don't...don't waste it."

Gu Jingxing waved a big hand: "It doesn't cost much, we have to wear new clothes for the New Year."

Song Ran pursed her lips: "Is this only one stall selling clothes?"

Can there be a vendor with a slightly better aesthetic?

Gu Jingxing was quite puzzled: "What's wrong? Don't you think it looks good?"

Song Ran lowered his voice and said, "As a soldier, you can tell whether a woman looks good or not. Why can't you tell whether the clothes look good or not?"

Gu Jingxing bent over and pulled a rose gown and gestured to Song Ran, "It's pretty, pretty."

The auntie on the side echoed: "It's so beautiful and beautiful. This baby has white skin and can keep her good-looking if she wears it on."

Gu Jingxing asked, "How much is it?"

The auntie looked at him: "Look at you as a soldier. I think you're cheaper, five yuan a piece, six or seven yuan for others."

Gu Jingxing felt for five yuan and handed it to the aunt, and happily bought the gown for his family Xiao Ran.

Song Ran said with emotion: "Gu Jingxing, it's a shame that you usually wear military uniforms, otherwise you will really ruin your face."

Gu Jingxing was confused: "What do you mean?"

What do you mean? Dislike your aesthetic.

"Forget it, it's boring, the rose flowers are pretty, pretty pretty."